Chapter 34 end

Thrall sucked in the sea breeze and let it mess up his beard and hair.The sky was still crimson with morning glow, and the seagulls howled and circled overhead.At this time of the morning, the little city of Ratchet was very quiet, and only a few people woke up early to say goodbye to him.Thrall closed his eyes and let out a breath, a smile on his face. "I like to see you smile," Agora said, standing beside him. He looked down at her with open blue eyes, and laughed even harder. "You have to get used to it. Since I have you by my side, I laugh a lot more than before." This is the truth, but even if Thrall feels at peace with his decision, there are still too many uncertain factors.All Thrall knew for sure was that trouble was coming.He held Agra's hand and squeezed it affectionately.

They came directly to Ratchet City from Thunder Bluff, and when he and Agra made a plan, they notified Orgrimmar and the port town in advance.One of the largest ships in the Horde fleet is ready to sail towards the Maelstrom at top speed.When Thrall and Agra arrived at the pier on their worgs, Gazlowe came to greet them.The goblin looked glassy-eyed, and Thrall wondered if he'd be able to see where the bed was, but Gazlowe gave them a fervent, toothy grin. "Your messenger told us to get this ship ready, and we're done!" said Gazlowe. "Fresh water, several kegs of beer and brandy, plenty of supplies—you have everything you need to sail, Warchief!" He looked at Agra repeatedly, and then bowed deeply. "Ah, you must be the cute little shaman I've heard about for a long time."

"I'm a shaman, and my name is Agra," she said, narrowing her eyes. "So you are?" "Gazlowe. Your big man and I are old acquaintances," said the goblin, grinning.Apparently he either didn't notice Agra's anger, or he just took it calmly. "I like how you've styled him. Plain brown robes—simple, stylish. Looks good on a big man. I just love the Warchief coming to the small place, and now, with his lady." "I am not the Warchief," Thrall said, "at least not for a while. Garrosh will remain the Warchief in my absence."

Gazlowe grunted a few times, "That's too bad, about Kane." Sal got serious. "Indeed," he said, "this tragedy has taught us all a lesson. But Garrosh did no dishonor. That's all I have to say on the matter. The ship is ready, you say? " "Ready," Gazlowe said.As they walked forward, Agra saw the name of the ship. "The Wrath of Draka," she said with a laugh, "is a good name for our voyage." "It's fitting," Thrall said, "I want to pay tribute to the strong orc women who have blessed my life." Agra blushed, looking a little uneasy, "This will be a long journey."

"But it's correct." Thrall replied without thinking.He has been called, and therefore will go.Not in the name of the warchief, but in his own name. In Thrall's name. In the name of the son of Durotan and Draka. In the name of shaman.